"So cut my wrists and black my eyes, so i can fall asleep tonight." Since the beginning of school, my mother has been trying to give me a set bedtime. And as much as this blows ass, i must abide by her rules, and retire to my room by 11 o'clock. Ordinarily, when i have nothing else to do, i will play my guitar for a while. Seeing as i am supposed to be asleep, guitar is completely out of the question. SO i force myself to lie down, and attempt to fall asleep. "Sleeps not coming easy for a while, child." Reoccurring dreams seem to be the weapon of choice for my mind as of late.Either that, or in the silence of my own room, My mind begins to wander, and leads me places far far away. As scary as it may seem at first, i believe that i am the happiest lost in the solitude of my own thoughts. Being the only place safe from everyone else's input, and stupid opinions, i often slip away into the depths of my . . .well, mind. I didnt really have a point for this. But what the hell does it matter, eh? "and I'm still in love, I'm still in love."